Where has
Cora gone? Why no post this week? Gone to writing for NaNoWriMo, that’s where.
I am in the
middle of pushing out my next novel. The thing is, I think I have two novels in
one, or it might even be three novels. The realization hit me when I remembered I’ve done this before—too many subplots that maybe weren’t subplots. I had to take the weekend to sort it all out as to what my story was, losing precious time and momentum to reach my quest for 50,000 words completed by the end of November.
In the
midst of burrowing through mounds of paper trying to sort it all out this
past weekend, I burned the stew I was making—twice. After the first time, I
picked out the parts not burned and then added them to a fresh pot of
vegetables only to burn out the liquid and bottom layer, again. All that
was left was a salty mush of potatoes with some puny carrots and meat peeking through.
My husband
was not happy (who would be?) but he bravely picked through the mush stew to
find the meat and vegetables that were edible. Not a harsh word came out of his
mouth. (Yes, he is as patient and wonderful as he sounds.) Afterwards, I felt so guilty I
drove to Baskin Robbins for ice cream to soothe our stomachs.
Ah, well, I
will have a story by that date, just not sure which one—and it may not be
finished but I will know which story and what direction. Meanwhile, I will be
writing full steam ahead. (With no more cooking until Thanksgiving.)
So how are all you NaNos doing? Any tragedies to share?
Ever burn the beans? That is so much worse!
